Chapter 72 [R-18]

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"ha…."

No matter what, that's not it.

Even if you try to pretend that it was just a dream last night, the tangled pubic hair and the unnatural feeling on your fingers keep bringing back memories.

Even if I've been wanting to do it a little bit lately, it's not masturbation after doing something like that.

I think so, but my body feels strangely thumping, or rather, it feels like waves are spreading out from inside my stomach like drums being beaten.

Something doesn't feel normal.

It's even worse than when I was in middle school. Seriously, even when I'm just sitting still, I start thinking about sex.

It wasn't like this before the incident the night before, but after I thought about having sex with Kyungsoo instead of the old man, my body started to feel strange.

I want to have sex even if I have to force it.

That's exactly what it feels like. It sounds crazy, but no, it's definitely crazy... .

No matter what, I think it's not forced. Are you going to rape me on purpose? I even declared that I would eat you if you came, but you're really going to leave... To put it bluntly, you're no different from a rag. No, you're a rag.

Even if I'm the type of person who enjoys living with free sexual values, that's still not right. It's no different from begging a rapist like that to come and pounce on you.

A declaration of rape? This is so perverted that it's shocking. It wasn't like that when I was in middle school. Are kids these days different? No... Maybe it's just me.

To be honest, it's a situation that would only appear in adult videos. It's an absurd situation like 'My beautiful older sister ran away from home and came to my house to find me defenseless.avi'.

Are you learning about relationships between men and women through porn and doing such strange things?

This is really perverted. What kind of porn do they watch? They pull out their tongues and clean their own things.

I'm a woman and my tongue is amazingly long, but I've never thought of something like that. This is truly a new era of perversion.

And no matter how much I think about it, I think that's abnormal. Declaring that you're going to attack is a bit crazy in the first place... But I'm the one who ends up masturbating there.

But I couldn't help it. Seriously, I've been going crazy lately. Rather than being piled up, I'm just feeling anxious. Even now, my lower part of my body aches so much that I want to touch it right away.

But that doesn't mean it's Kyungsoo.

No matter what, I couldn't like someone who treated me like that. I couldn't refuse because I was so touched... but that was because I was really touched.

If I wasn't in this state right now, I would have gotten up right away and slapped him in the face.

I really think that Kyungsoo might attack me like the landlord said. When I first saw him, I thought he was scared or he was hesitant. Where on earth did he get such a ridiculous confidence and come up with such a ridiculous confidence? What does he believe in?

During the day, he even openly said that his underwear was sexy. That's definitely not something a high school student would say.

I really feel like I'm being treated like a rag... a woman who can be eaten if you do this to me.

What confidence?

Since he's the landlord's son, I was thinking I should just let it go, since he's a high school student, but I'm starting to think that's not true.

'I might as well just leave home.'

I feel a little less burdened now that I've gotten to know the old man. I feel sorry, but I think I can ask him to stop working at the boarding house for a long time, and I think it would be more comfortable.

In the end, I met the old man with the thought that I didn't know what would really happen to me if I continued living like this with Kyungsoo, so I decided to talk to him when we met today.

"What's wrong? Do you have something to say?"

"note…."

But when we actually met, it was a bit difficult to talk. What should I say? Since we meet like this every day, can you at least give me a room?

My relationship with my uncle was quite delicate. I was neither a concubine nor a slave. Should I say sex partner? But it was a bit unusual to see it that way.

If it were a completely immoral relationship, like receiving sponsorship, I would have asked for money, but since that wasn't the case, I found it difficult to openly ask for money.

What kind of relationship should I call it? It's literally a sex buddy. It's a sexual relationship, but it's not much different from a friend. He says things like he's an assistant or he's taming her, but he thinks of it as his own sexual preference and is considerate of her.

That being said, I really am acting like a slave, but at some point I started to lose interest a little. Also, seeing that I haven't been fighting until now, I feel a little jealous that I'm the one who's doing it.

Anyway, it's a somewhat ambiguous relationship. What should I say? It's a strange relationship... .

They cheat, but they don't say anything or say anything about it, which is kind of natural in a way.

As a woman, I want to have sex, but as a man, I avoid it, saying that it's too much trouble and too much effort.

…Isn't this also strange? Hmm?

In weird situations like licking each other, they act like they're different people, but after that, they just stay friends like they used to. They don't care about things like age.

If you think about it, it's a really strange relationship.

"I have something to say, but… um…."

"I see you're having trouble speaking, so I guess you have a favor to ask. Is it about money?"

Something is sharp. It may not be sharp, but it may just be because I keep saying that I have a lot of worries about money.

After thinking about it for a while, I decided that I would have to break up with Kyungsoo anyway, and that I had no choice but to ask my uncle if I wanted to leave the house, so I decided to tell him in the end.

"Excuse me, can you please hold that room for me?"

"room?"

"That's… a room where I can stay for a few days."

"Didn't you say you were living in a boarding house? Did you get kicked out or something?"

"Oh, that's… I have something to do so I'm going out."

"Hmm… really? How many days do you plan on staying if you find a room?"

It was a bit hard to explain, so I just gave a vague answer. I was afraid that I would get attacked by the son of the boarding house owner! That's why I said that.

However, the old man thought for a moment and immediately expressed his intention to save her.

Come to think of it, I've never really told my story to the old man properly. When he asked me where I go to college, I just said I go to a local college. When he asked me how old I am, how many people in my family I have, and where I live, I just blurted out something. When he asked me why I don't have money or why I'm out when I said I live in a boarding house after moving out, I just said I want to travel.

Why would you trust a woman who is full of secrets like this and do this to her?

Honestly, if I were you, I would feel bad, but I feel grateful and sorry that you did this for me.

"Uh… Okay, I'll tell you later. I'll think about it."

I had thought about coming out, but I had never really thought about it properly, and I felt bad about continuing to talk, so I changed the subject. The old man just told me to think about it and didn't seem angry or upset.

I feel bad because I feel like he's doing too much for me. He buys me food, plays with me when I'm bored, answers my questions, and doesn't hide things from me like I do. He even tells me stories about his family, his daughter, and his wife, which are considered weaknesses.

I feel like I've gained some credibility because I've been doing this, and I'm doing what the old man wants to do to some extent. He tells me without hiding anything like I did.

But he tells me to just talk about what I want whenever I want. It feels like he's being very considerate of me as an older man.

That's why I didn't feel any resistance when he said something a little bit unusual. Even though he was a guest and they said they were taming him, I just let it go because of the image I had of him in the chatroom and the trust I built up when I met him in person.

After finishing our meal and chatting about this and that, as usual, we headed to the motel. As soon as I saw his face at the motel counter, which I could only call a regular, he handed me the key in a familiar manner.

As soon as I entered the motel, I took off my clothes, took a quick shower, put on a robe, and came out. The man who had gone in earlier and washed up was wearing a robe and holding an eye patch in his hand.

"A blindfold? Why this? Is it your taste?"

"No, no, I thought about it."

I didn't feel any aversion to the unusual tool. Even when I saw the old man holding the blindfold, I just thought, "Oh, he's wearing it today."

"I thought I was mistaken, but when I look at Heeyeon, it seems like she sometimes doesn't want to open her eyes, and even when she does, she avoids eye contact or something."

"Ah…yes."

"There are times when that doesn't happen, but I try to cover my eyes because I'm worried that she might feel burdened by men."

Well, when I get excited, I feel like I'm not myself, so it's not like that at all, but before that, I felt a little bit of resistance. That's also why I still prefer the rear position.

What you get used to is what you get used to, and the rejection you feel toward a man's body is rejection.

But now I'm really used to it, and it must have been a really trivial reaction, but I feel a little embarrassed when I think about it because I was so concerned about such a thing. I didn't even look up on purpose, but it means that I was looking down at my face and observing it.

"Should I try this today?"

"Um…yeah, it's okay."

Even though I usually keep the lights very dark, I still feel a little uncomfortable because I can see it. I open and close my eyes to try my best not to look at it, but when I see the self right in front of me, I have mixed feelings about it.

My body reacts on its own and I become excited, but my head feels a strange sense of rejection.

Oddly enough, I don't hate Pella that much these days, maybe because I'm getting more and more worked up, or maybe because I'm determined to make it happen, but I still feel a little bit of resistance.

By the way, these days, I somehow feel like the old man is investigating my tastes. Sometimes he speaks roughly as if he's giving orders, and sometimes he speaks gently as if he's asking for something. Sometimes he touches my vagina like he wants me to stop, and sometimes he teases me...

I was wondering if this blindfold was the right thing to do, but then I thought that blocking my vision might actually be good for me, so I put it on obediently, and then suddenly I laughed.

"But sir, you're a real pervert… This is a real pervert department store."

"That's kind of me. I like SM, and I like exposure... but to put it simply, I just like women who are really perverted and dirty. Should I say I like women that are too hot? Do I like bitches?"

As I was being blindfolded, I thought to myself, this old man is definitely a bit of a pervert. He likes bitches. Hmm… It's definitely not something I can reveal.

But in reality, don't a lot of men like that kind of woman? A woman who is sexy and active.

But he hates that naughty woman because she is a virtuous lady to him.

If you think about it that way, maybe your taste isn't that unique. It's just a bit unique, but strong enough... Maybe you just met a woman who accepts it even if you tell her the truth.

… Now that I think about it, why on earth am I accepting all these tastes?

Suddenly, as if the fog had cleared from my head, I began to wonder. Why on earth? Even if I had gotten into the mood, it would only happen once. Why did I come out every day like this, obediently, and do everything the old man tells me to do?

I can't quite remember something. I feel like I've forgotten something.

"Huh?!"

The doubts that had been slowly rising disappeared in an instant.

With my eyes blindfolded, completely obscured, I was startled by a finger suddenly entering between my legs without warning. My body, which had been sitting still on the edge of the bed with the blindfold on and lost in thought, started to panic and waved its hands around, feeling around. Then, something grabbed my shoulder and pushed me back, making me lie down on the bed.

"Hee-yeon, you probably have a lot going on, so let me do it for you today."

"Yes, yes? Ah… wait… haa…."

As I pushed the gown aside and started to caress her vagina with my fingers, her legs naturally closed, then slowly opened again.

The surprise was fleeting, and as the pleasure surged, she spread her legs, squeezing out even greater pleasure.

Sure, I guess my hand movements aren't very good. Even though it's my body, it feels incomparably better when an old man touches me than when I masturbate. I even thought that he knew my body better than I did.

Because of this, I can't get satisfaction even if I masturbate. It could feel better, but it feels like it's cut off in the middle. I wonder if this makes sense, but I really stop at this point and apply the brakes, but the old man keeps going or suddenly stops, and somehow he skillfully increases the heat in my body. But I don't understand how he does that.

It feels good just to touch it, but I don't know if I should say it's refreshing or what... something is missing.

What should I say? It feels like something is off. It feels different even though I touched it the same way.

Are other women like this?

I don't know why. It felt different than when someone else stimulated me. I didn't know it before, but the difference was so great that I could tell for sure.

Creak creak creak creak

"Haaah… haaaaaang… hhh…."

"Is it good here?"

"Yeah… haaah… there, there…."

Even though I spread my legs and had my vagina touched, I felt more comfortable than usual.

Being touched while completely covered by the blindfold felt like getting a massage. A vaginal massage. It really felt so sensitive, as if all the nerves were focused there.

I pushed down on both sides with my fingers as if I was pressing them, then tapped the clit that had slightly come out, and rubbed the vaginal opening as if I was rubbing the shaft with the side of my fingers.

Even though it was a trivial movement, it felt so different from when I did it alone.

In an instant, my heart starts pounding.

'Haa... I love it so much~ Sex... I want to have sex~ I have to work hard and get the cum in my mouth~.'

In an instant, my mind went completely blank and thoughts of having sex filled it.

Your mind becomes so filled with sex that you can't even think that something is wrong.

What should I say? The feeling of your vagina becoming hot and heavy? All your nerves and blood are gradually rushing to one place, and you can't think about anything else. Your vision is completely blocked, and all you can hear is the sound of your breathing inside your body. When your finger is inserted into your vagina, you feel that feeling very clearly.

As soon as the tip of her finger touched a spot inside her vagina and began to tremble slightly, her buttocks tensed up and rose on their own. he kept her buttocks from moving by gently pressing her lower abdomen with the other hand, and she continued to shake her pussy, making lewd sounds.

"Ahhhhhh... haak! Ahhhhh~!"

My body, which was throbbing and trembling, was held so that I couldn't move except my waist, and my vagina was touched.

As I squeezed my fingers harder and harder, pressing them more and more, the pleasure increased on its own.

I was even more focused on the sight than usual with the blindfold on, but at one point, my mind went blank as if a fuse had blown and I was left speechless.

Creak creak creak creak

"Whoaahhh…! Aha, ahhak, awwwwwwww…!!"

I reached climax in an instant, in what seemed like less than 3 minutes, or maybe even less than 1 minute. But my fingers kept moving, making my limbs flop around like a frog.

After struggling to find my way, I grabbed the bed sheets, then let go of them, and stretched my hands that had been waving in the air down my legs, grabbing the man's wrists with both hands and squeezing them tightly, begging him to please stop. Only then did he realize that I was already gone in such a short time, and he slowly moved his fingers, repeatedly pressing down on my vagina in time with the rise of my waist.

With a whoosh, he lifts his waist with just his fingers and goes up in one breath.

"Hwaaaaah~! Haeeeeung~! Aeheueu~!!"

"after…!"

I could hear the sound of his breathing, as if he was having a hard time holding it in, and my nose could smell the scent of a very excited man. I tilted my head back on its own, imagining his cock being so excited that it was dripping with pre-seminal fluid even though I hadn't even touched it.

I felt the wetness of the robe that I had just taken a shower and roughly dried off through the area touching my buttocks. My pussy was ready for sex, ready to put his dick in at any time. I could feel my pussy squirming obscenely, and I could feel my pussy tightly biting my finger, desperate to swallow his dick.

As the uncle slowly stroked the inside wrinkles of my vagina, which had just reached its climax, he was pleasantly finishing off the afterglow. My head was filled with happiness. Even though he was just touching my vagina, I felt like I wanted to repay him with anything.

Clang, clang, slurp, slurp

"Whoa~ Whoa~."

"Ugh… I feel like I'm going a lot faster than usual… Is it because I'm wearing a blindfold? Or is it because I'm so anxious to do it?"

"I, I don't know…sigh~."

"Are you happy that I sent you off properly after such a long time?"

"Yes, it was good."

With my mind blank, I started answering stupid questions like an idiot. My brain, with some unknown switch turned on, got caught up in the atmosphere, so I tried to make excuses and started acting cute to seduce the man.

She was shaking her waist and the corners of her mouth were forming a satisfying curve. She was answering the questions coming into her ear in a sexy way without any sense of resistance.

"Have you ever masturbated since you got home?"

"Go, sometimes… huh… ahh…."

"Did you feel good? How did it compare to what I did for you?"

"S, it feels better when you do it… much, much… haaah…."

To be honest, I felt so much better. It was beyond compare.

Doing it alone feels good, but now it's hard to say I'm satisfied. In the first place, I didn't have proper sex with the old man, and even though he told me to tame him and try hard with my mouth, I kept doing it because my body couldn't forget that sex, so I kept hanging on, so I had nothing more to say.

"Do you think it's okay not to have sex?"

"Oh, no, no! No!"

"Do you want to have sex?"

"Yes, yes…."

As I answered the teasing question with a lewd, wet voice, the old man's fingers began to circle the tip of my clit. I tried to make my vagina tingle again, but the blatant caressing was so close that I kept shaking my waist and begging for more, but the fingers that had been touching me in an unseen place suddenly moved away, and something grabbed my sweaty shoulders and made me roll over while lying down.

"What have you learned so far?"

"Tongue, tongue… using only the tip of the tongue, or putting it in the mouth and rubbing it towards the cheek… haa…."

"also?"

"Sucking it while making dirty noises, putting it deep in my throat, greeting it, talking dirty to get it excited…."

"I remember well. Then shall we do whatever we want today?"

For a moment, the thought crossed my mind that I could have sex today. I wanted to. Unlike before, when it seemed like he had just given me a goal and made me practice hard, now that I had practiced enough, I felt anticipation as if he was allowing me to do it. I really wanted to suck his dick as much as I wanted, lick it, and receive the cum. Without even wondering why I was thinking that, I opened my mouth slightly and stuck my tongue out, just like I had been taught up until now.

"Haaah… haa…."

I exhale roughly, groping around with my hands to find the old man's body. I place my hands on the old man's legs lying on the bed and grope around until I find his penis, grab it with both hands, and crawl over it, picturing the invisible penis in my mind and sticking my tongue out.

He then takes the wrong direction and rubs the glans against his nose, moves his hand to point it downwards, and rubs it against his tongue. After rubbing the tip of the glans, he closes his mouth and makes a sucking sound as he greets her.

I felt less resistance because the blindfold really worked. The image I was imagining in my head didn't seem real, so it helped me focus on the action. I gently took the glans that I was kissing while sweeping the hair that was swept forward with one hand and pushing it back, and I felt the man stroking my hair with his hand from above and holding it together.

As my hair was gathered and held like a handle, it became easier to move my head, so I took my hands off the bed and started moving my head back and forth while holding the bed sheets with both hands.

"Tsururp… slurp! Slurp, slurp… slurp! Slurp… slurp…."

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